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IMAGINE: You go to your friend's house. As you come in you notice a painting of a rose on your friend's wall. "That's a beautiful picture where did you get it" looking at it. "My aunt bought it a yard sale in Green meadows New York" she replied. You get up and look at it something about it attract you to the painting. "Come on we have to study or we're going to be spending the summer in school"her friend called out.
You go back to studying but everytime you look at it something about it just entraces you. When you finally finishing studying you get ready to go when your friend comes down with the paintings. "Here I kept seeing you staring at it" giving it to you. "I don't know what to say". "Just take it I never liked it anyway" she remarked. When you get home you take the painting upstairs and hang it right next to the picture you have of Criss Angel. Your father come in and notices the painting. "Nice painting".
"Thanks Janet gave it to me". "I hope you were studying and not watching that Criss Angel guy or our deal is invalid" he stated. "We were I swear daddy" you replied with a smile. After your father leaves you stare at the painting for a while and notice a name on it. You get up and take a look at it. CHRISTOPHER S it sayes. "It can't be" you mutter. You put it out of your mind and get ready for bed.
Before you know it summer has arrived and you pass all your classes with flying colors. "All right dad you owe me a trip to Las Vegas with two back stage passes for Criss Angel" showing him your report card. "All right you kept up your side now it's my turn" he replied. When the time came for the trip you're packing when the painting falls to the ground. As you pick it up a photo pops out from behind the frame.
You pick it up and it's a picture of a young Criss Angel with his father. "Oh my god"you muttered realizing the painting belongs to Criss Angel. "Come on Y/N or we're going to miss the flight" her father called out. When it comes time for the show your father notices the bag you have. What's in the bag?" he asked. "Something for Criss" you replied as you and your father go to the theater.
The show is going great as you watch Criss it just hypnotizes you. After it's over your father gives you the back stage pass and tells you he'll meet you in the room. You grab the bag and follow the man to the back. In the back Criss talking to his mother when you walk in. Criss smiles as you come in. He asks how you enjoy the show and stuff. "I loved it but I have something that's yours".
"Really". You take the painting out of your bag and when Dimitra sees it she gasps. "Oh my god I haven't seen this picture in forever" looking at it. "How did you know it was mine?"Criss inquired. "This fell out of the frame" giving Criss the picture. Criss takes a look at the picture as tears start falling from his eyes.
"I painted that picture for dad to hang up but by the time I finished he died" Criss replied wiping the tears from his face. "Criss this painting shows me how much you loved your father as the petals fall off of it maybe that's why you put this picture in the frame to remind you of that"you said. Criss walks over to you and hugs you. "Thanks for returning the painting" he replied. "It was my pleasure Christopher" as you give him a kiss good-bye. A month went by since your trip and you get a letter from Criss thanking you again for bringing back the painting and a picture of him hanging the picture in his house.
